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I sit in the park where i dwell, for this boy i love so well. He took my heart away from me, now he wants to set me free..

I see a girl on his lap, he says thing to her what he never said to me. I ran home to cry on my bed, not a word to mother was said.

Father came home late that nicht, he look at me from left to right.
He saw me hanging from a rope, he took his knife to cut me down. And on a dress my note was found:

~Dig my grave, dig it deep. Dig my grave from head to feet. And on the top place a dove, and remember this: I died for love.